‘I Want to Pee Like Daddy’
Sep12

‘I Want to Pee Like Daddy’

Two-year-olds aren’t made to be quiet, so when my daughter left the room and a few minutes of silence followed, it caused alarm. When I followed her, I found her atop the step stool with her hands on her cheeks, elbows on her knees with a pout. The most beautiful combination of words rolled out of her mouth like poetry: “I want to pee like daddy.” That was 10 years ago, when I was a 21-year-old boy with a daughter. I...

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Stepping Up to the Plate
May24

Stepping Up to the Plate

I was about nine years old when my parents would come home from work, shut their bedroom door behind them, and start arguing.  There wasn’t a pillow large enough that could hide me from the sound.  Parents try preparing their children for everything, but not this.  I’d leave the house to the nearby junior high where boys my same age practiced baseball.  You’d hear things like, “Two down,” from the chubby one with gear on behind home...

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A New Year’s Resolution
Dec27

A New Year’s Resolution

Let me start by saying thank you. Thank you for following.  Thank you for being a fan.  Thank you for the likes, comments and shares.  Thank you for sticking around.  Thank you for being you.  Thank you for allowing me to be me.  Thank you for your time. This next year is going to rock, and if everything goes as planned, the first version of Genesis will be released by Mother’s Day 2014.  Like my friend tells me, “Work as if there is...

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Happy Thanksforgiving
Nov27

Happy Thanksforgiving

I woke up in yesterday’s clothes.  I pulled my phone from its charger – it’s midnight, creeping into morning.  I’m not surprised; I’ve been here before.  I notice the kitchen light was left on again.  Lazy.  I stare at the ceiling, kicking off my shoes; I take my socks off which makes my feet tingle from being on too long.  My chest is heavy and I’m breathing minimally.  I remind myself to take a deep breath.  It doesn’t help and I...

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Know Why I Say No
Oct25

Know Why I Say No

I’m a dad.  I’m a male.  My inability to create lists, especially shopping ones, is the main cause in my frequency at Target.  The item in question, the purpose of my visit, never makes it to my cart, subsequently never making it into my home, therefore causing the dreadful and unnecessary revisit.  Sure, I end up with a cart full of things I didn’t want but when I reach my house, especially when the item was toilet paper, that’s when...

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